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点击复制(Sound of dice rolling, beat builds)
In the shadows I walk, cold in my chest, unlucky,
Your turn, bet it all — roll the dice, face death.
You chose this game, life hanging on the edge,
Eyes on fire, thoughts that never bend.
The street whispers promises, but exacts double the price,
Footsteps echo deep, silence cuts through the shade.
Every corner an invitation, every glimmer a trap,
You cling to the edge, your soul no longer a facade.
I saw brothers fall, others sell their honor,
Those who think they're invincible are marking the canvas.
It's not heroism, it's the high that drags,
The shadow is the stage, fear is what pulls you away.
Roll the dice of death, see if you still have the courage,
Here the bet is life, and the hook is the margin.
Rolling the dice of death, who's willing?
Who's coming to cut me off, who accepts the ribbon?
It's dangerous to take a look, it's no joke,
With each roll, the night swallows the flag.
(Rolling the dice, playing, playing — life spins and disappears)
It's dangerous to take a look, the street doesn't forgive man.
Streetlight flickering, fear disguised as rhyme,
The past calls you, pulls the string, encourages you.
Promises in your pocket, but your hands are so empty,
Blood on the corners, clocks without days.
I walk with my eyes open, but many sleep awake,
They sell themselves for little, trade brotherhood for change.
In the game, there are only losers when the heart is light,
The street consumes you, and doesn't give back the snow.
But there are those who resist, who fight, who are locked in,
They make silence their weapon — and love their key.
Because not all that glitters is gold, brother, be careful,
The truth weighs more than all the movement.
Rolling the dice of death, who's willing?
Who's coming to cut me off, who accepts the ribbon?
It's dangerous to take your vision, it's no joke,
With each roll, the night swallows the flag.
(Rolling the dice, playing, playing — life spins and disappears)
It's dangerous to take your vision, the street doesn't forgive man.
(Sample:"Choices shape destiny")
See — the dice don't lie, they only increase the tension,
One side is a fall, the other is redemption.
There comes a time when the game becomes a lesson,
Look at the ground, count the stars, ask for forgiveness.
If you've stuck your life on the edge of the abyss, breathe, breathe,
You can still turn the tables, courage doesn't conspire.
Learn from those who fell, respect those who survived,
In rhymes I show you the path for those who decide.
It's not cowardice to run from the face of danger,
It's wisdom to save what little is still shelter.
Those who insist on roulette sooner or later pay the price,
Time is the judge, and the street is the front that confronts.
But there's also strength, there's light in the short alleys,
An outstretched hand, a word that doesn't abort.
Roll the dice with your head, brother, not just with your hand,
Value your body, your time, your ground.
If the game is death, choose to live — that's revolution,
Resistance is a metronome, it's the heartbeat.
Rolling the dice of death — but I chose not to pay,
Those who come to face me will see that I know how to walk.
It's dangerous to take sight, but the mind is my weapon,
Fear was created in the shadows, and I make calm.
(Rolling dice, playing — but I'm in control)
It's dangerous to get your eyesight; I'm not part of the game.